LAST ROUND, LAST CALL
last round, last call
final intoxicationof you...
no longer willing to be drunk
with the memory of you...
finally I've let go
although we have not spoken
for six long years
i've overcome the yearnings
of not knowing really how to
I called you over and over again
a pathetic soul
desolate drunk
begging to speak with you
waiting in absurd silence
for you to pick up the phone
calling at all hours
I've fallen in love...
with your answering machine
imagining it to be your voice
finally and at last
a dishonorable discharge
of a derranged and obsessive mind
nothing left to do
after turning myself inside out
tender still is my fragile heart
realizing failure
not being good enough
not mature enough
to wait my turn
after everything you
put before us...
one last drink to you
salute!